Holding her wrist and dragging her inside the apartment, Frank kicked the scissors aside and shut the door."Let me out of here!" Betty demanded, still...struggling to get free.Frank released her wrist and she backed up, breathless and glancing warily about. She was still wearing the outfit in which she had been spanked, and Frank noted that the black jumper was a little mussed from being held above her waist for so long. He could feel a powerful erection beginning to form as he recalled that. Once again, Mother provided some newnylon style panties and some packages of hose. And she bought some more ofthe coordinating bras. She was teasing me in a way.How did you not get caught? Who washed the clothes? Didn't any of yourbrothers ever see your collection of panties or bras, or now pantyhose?I'd think that eventually, they'd have noticed how 'pretty' you smelled,or maybe see a panty waistband or something. You were playing with fire,weren't you?We each did our own laundry, and I didn't. So that night when they went for a walk, she blurted out to him. “You’re the best thing that has ever happened to me, I don’t want you to go, I need you.”He stopped where he was, as she looked at him she thought to herself, “This is it, I have just ruined the best friendship she had ever had”.Just as she was thinking of saying she was joking; he grabbed her hand looked in to her eyes and said, “I have been waiting so long for this to happen. I have been biting my tongue for weeks wishing I. ’ Carefully removing any traces of our passage we moved towards an area where we could possibly hide up for the night.I figured a lot of the debate had to be mental, but was corrected on that by Abi. “They’ve formed a group-mind,” she said. “There’s no debate at all. They’re forming a thought or opinion.”“Like the Seers in gestalt?” I asked.“No, John. When we’re in gestalt it’s all inclusive. This is ... just a part of all of their minds formed into a whole and set a task to resolve whilst they.